Sasha: Chapter 59

I should have known nothing with Sasha was half-assed.

After all, he seemed to know me better than I knew myself. My heart trembled with longing. My own happily ever after was a breath away.

“I love you too,” I admitted softly, my heart thumping hard with the admission. It made me feel vulnerable and exposed. But also invincible when he looked at me with so many feelings in his eyes.

I’d have some apologizing to do to Killian. I should have never settled for him and gone through with it as far as I had. I told Killian there was a man I had fallen for who was history to me. Sasha was my past, present, and future.

He cupped my face with a palm, running a thumb across my cheeks. The intensity of his gaze made my throat tighten. This man was the only one I wanted to spend this life with.

His mouth crashed against mine. His arm around my waist pulled me hard against him, our heartbeats beating fast and eager.

“Don’t ever fucking leave me, kotyonok,” he murmured against my lips.

“Never,” I croaked. “I’ll never leave you.”

We’d figure out our life together. Our future together. As long as we were together.

He grinned at my promise and both of his hands grabbed my ass, lifting me up into the air. My legs wrapped around his waist. He rested his forehead on mine, his citrusy scent cocooning me.

“Say you love me again,” he demanded, his voice hoarse.

“I love you, Sasha Nikolaev.” A smile pulled on his lips and my heart fluttered in my chest, leaving me feeling raw.

He made a rough noise and picked me up as my legs wrapped around his waist. I rested my face against his neck, inhaling that citrusy scent. It would forever belong to him.

I had no idea how we made it back to our bedroom. I straddled him, my arms around his shoulders, my chest pressed to his and my mouth skimming his neck. Pulling his head toward me, I pressed my lips to his in a crushing kiss. His arms enveloped me, his tongue caressing mine. Sucking on it. Our hunger grew and we clawed at each other’s clothes.

Both of us were naked in the blink of an eye. I ran my hands along his naked muscles, my nails scraping his skin. I wanted him so bad, it was a constant ache in the pit of my stomach.

“No holding back,” he rumbled in a growl.

A feral look in his eyes burned like blue flames. He tossed me against the mattress, my body titling the mattress.

“Fuck, you have beautiful tits,” he rasped.

My eyes traveled over his naked body, most of it covered in ink. Beautiful and hard. Just like this man. His torso was magnificent, red roses with thorns weaved through a dagger. A cross. Nemesis. Phoenix. His body was a beautiful story.

He kneeled, the mattress shifting under her weight. Slowly, he covered my body with his. His eyes were locked on my face as he grabbed my wrists, clenching them together.

Pressing his face into my neck, he said, “I’m going to fuck you missionary.” Oh my God. He nipped my earlobe, skimming down my throat. “It’s your favorite position, isn’t it?”

“Yes,” I moaned.

“How many times have you fantasized about me fucking you missionary?” A deep blush colored my cheeks. Heat bloomed through my veins. “How many, kotyonok?”

I nodded.

“How many?”

“A million,” I breathed. “At least.”

His beautiful mouth tilted up.

“Then missionary it is.” His fingers glided up the inside of my thighs until he came to my entrance, smearing my wetness over my clit. A shudder rolled over me. This need overwhelmed all my senses. My back arched off the bed, my hips grinding against him. His hard, silky cock brushed against my hot entrance with each arch of my hips.

Our gazes locked, then in one fierce thrust, he pierced me roughly, filling me to the hilt. Pain mixed with pleasure. A guttural cry filled the air. His free hand clamped over my mouth as he pulled out and thrust in again. This time even harder.

“Your pussy is so fucking tight. Taking me so good,” he praised.

The words filled every empty, lonely space in my body with hot satisfaction. His pelvis ground against mine, molten heat spread from my clit outward. I was heat and flames and pleasure.

I couldn’t stop touching him. My palms pressed on his sculpted muscles as he moved in and out of me, slow and forceful, slamming into me.

My thirst for him was unquenchable. I wanted him to fuck me harder, faster, deeper. He hit that magical spot inside me and I cried out. His hand came to the base of my throat, holding me firmly.

He fucked me like it was his only mission in life. Like his life depended on it. His control slipped with every thrust, slamming into me hard and relentless.

I writhed under him. I needed him. His control. His loss of it. His darkness. Everything. With a hand on my throat, he pounded into me. The pain and pleasure mixed.

He covered my mouth with his palm, while his other remained gripping my throat. It was rough. Restrictive. And addictive.

The orgasm was immediate and violent. It rolled through me like a tsunami. It chattered my teeth. Heat pulsed in my lower stomach and expanded like fireworks down to the tip of my toes.

I was flying so high that it wasn’t until I came down from my orgasm that I realized I’d bitten down on his hand. He was still inside me, watching me with that gaze of blue flames. He rested his forehead against mine, and he started to move again. Deep. So deep I could feel him in my stomach.

“Who fucks you?” he growled, punctuating the question with a violent thrust that tore another gasp from my throat.

“You,” I breathed. “Always you.”

Another orgasm followed. It hit me hard, shooting stars between my eyes and stealing breath from my lungs. My body seized up, tingles and dazzles pulsing through my veins. A rumble of satisfaction came from his chest.

I clawed at his back as he grunted and slowed his thrusts. Our mouths fused, the kiss deep and passionate. His thrusts turned sensual and his hand left my throat, moving down until it reached my breast. He kneaded each breast while thrusting, in and out, his one arm wrapped around me, squeezing me tight.

Another thrust and I felt him jerk as he spilled inside me.

We stayed like that, his mouth an inch from mine. Our breaths mixed together. Our hearts beat as one.

With a rough noise, he pulled out of me and covered my body like a blanket. With my hands still wrapped around him, I placed a kiss on his neck, soaking up his smell. I kissed his jawline, his lips, then his eyes, then back to his lips.

“My kotyonok.” Two rough words murmured against my lips. “My love.” He traced a finger across my cheek as blush stained my cheeks. “You even try and retract your love and I’ll tie you to my bed, feed you, and fuck you until you change your mind,” he warned in a low growl.

I knew he meant it. But he didn’t know that I’d never retract it.

A chuckle escaped me. “Such romantic words from a psycho killer.”

He grinned. A carefree, happy smile and it stole my breath away. “Only the best for my kotyonok. My queen.”

Happiness bounced off the walls of my chest. My blood sang and my heart glowed with so much love, I feared we’d blind the planet.

“It’s only fair I return the favor,” I murmured, snuggling deep into him. “I see you with another woman, and I’ll cut her heart out while you watch. And then I’ll cut out yours.”

His big hand roamed my bare back in a soothing motion, comforting and warm. “That’s a fair warning. Especially after receiving your bloody message and the heart wrapped in a bow.” My chest shook from laughter and I lifted my head to meet his eyes. He believed I killed his friend. Jesus, did I give off the same psycho vibes as this man? “Next time, let’s talk before we kill someone. He was a good guy.”

By this point my entire body shook and laughter rang through the room. “I didn’t kill him,” I chuckled. “That was a pig’s heart.”

Surprise entered his expression. He blinked, then the corner of his lips tugged up. “My sensitive little killer,” he murmured and pressed his mouth to my forehead. “I honestly can’t remember when the last time someone pulled one over on me was.”

I grinned, then lowered my head against his chest and listened to his strong heartbeat.

“Let it be known I was the first.”

“You, kotyonok, were my first in a lot of things,” I thought I heard him say but sleep pulled me under too soon to be sure.